Words are like a dandelion,
They can be a small pesky weed,
Some people use them simply,
Other people use them harshly,
And some people await the right moment,
When it's the right time,
And when it's lovely out,
To pick it up from the ground,
Right out of their mouths,
And blow it all away,
Not realizing that they have just,
Ended another life,
Words are like dandelions,
Some are seen as weeds,
Some are seen as flowers,
Some are seen as hope,
And some can end loves,
Even when they seem,
As harmless as a dandelion.
